Check it out. I heard this track right here and I kind of felt a lil'
 somethin'. You know. It took my mind some place it ain't been.Search deep
 into another world. So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go
 round. For real. People are stressin'.

 Treach:
 Oh how oh how come everytime we have problems they nix none
 Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one
 Victims from a distance prections of affliction
 Some faction cause frictions fractions need fixinng
 Mixing making music man to make it work
 Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse
 It's worse misguided some guttered locked on the block
 Cause the cops can't be trusted
 Busted trusted frustrated frustrations of no more patience
 Insides are cold and vacant check how we lay it
 Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath
 Cock a rifle to chest
 Then ya have the party of your life at your death
 Oh I wanna know I wanna know
 Oh why, oh why is it the good that have to go
 And they tell us that's just how this life goes
 So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go
 Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks
 We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit
 Just the people in it and the scavengers who function
 Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions
 And getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow
 But the black form is strong and far from being hollow
 Why do we get so much into this Freeing Willy
 When Willy is already free
 He and them ain't doing shit to free my city
 And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty
 That's when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty
 So much pain on the brain can't restrain
 Place the comma too much drama but I'll bleed to please my momma
 So I'm a strive to perfection leave pride in slum sections
 Keep wit my crew and make all due connections

 Hook:
 But but but but but that's what makes the world go round
 The axis like a carouse

 Treach:
 Oh how the ways?
 Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple
 From the cradel to the killa leaving corspe and cripples
 A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun
 Our kids days are up even if they ain't stray ones
 You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day's dumb
 When crews war and now streets get scarier cops hit blocks saying we'll
 beat 'em
 Into freedom then we feel robbed like there's no God
 When we need him
 So we act accordingly cause we dont' see enjoyment
 The only line ofbusiness I'm offered is unemployment
 So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it
 And it is what it be so see that I'm with this
 Media haas us believin' they hype
 Don't pull out ya new shoes cause only the bad news is good news
 Farrakahn wants us to take the streets back time to take it
 Before our whole race is stripped naked

 Hook